My Mom

My mom had a mini-stroke last night. she's apparently ok and will be released from the hosital later today. my idiot of a father didn't tell me until I was already on the road for 3 hours. I don't know when he took her last night, but he didn't tell me until 8am this morning. I right this while sitting on the New York Thruway aout a half hour outside of Buffalo where I am stuck for the next 4 days rather then with my mom. I know, there is very little I can do for her anyway. I know, she is ok. I know, I'm just angry that I can't do anything for her and taking it out on my dad. No really, he is a selfish jerk who problly got home and went to bed rather then speak to his children about their mother. I know, my first instinct of getting to buffalo, renting a car, driving back to doylestown would have only gotten my mom mad at me. You see, My mom was born in Albany, but she was adopted to Buffalo. This is her "hometown," how's that for Irish Irony?

I've interviewed throughout New Jersey and PA. Several ofers came in for part time work, ut none could do benefits. perhaps the latest position will pan out. I could do this part time thing and then maybe work at a really great place i really really want to do.
I won't say what any of these are because I do believe in not tempting the fates. No matter how uncatholic that is, I am still Irish and my mother's daughter. She was a Murphy, and truly has passed to her children the fate "what can go wrong, will go wrong, at the least opportune time."
It's been a week. I miss my kiddies. I saw a few of the most special last night at a play that hit very close to home. Someone who barely knows me was shocked that I was no longer at TCA. I felt pretty good after seeing this show to. It was about a catholic school and a group of teachers who were held hostage by students angry about a name change. I wish kids had the guts these days to get up, and be angry, and stand for what they believe in. it is truly a shame to see something wonderful die because of neglect.
hrm thoughts to ponder for myself.